I’ve met this guy. His names John Loughrey. He’s one of Londons known street characters. Calls himself the Diana super fan. He attended every day of the Princess Diana inquest and was even acknowledged by the judge for his consistency. I met him in 2011 in trafalgar square, he was giving out sandwiches to the homeless. He asked me about my photography and claimed that the same woman who had painted the queen had just painted him. I thought it was bullshit until he pulled out a photograph of him and the artist next to a large oil painting of him covered in union flags.
I met him again in the same place five years later, while I was taking photos again, and he remembered me. This time he gave me a joker playing card with his telephone number on it and told me to call him if I ever needed a place to sleep over. He was extremely authentic and likeable. A man who seemed like he had suffered a breakdown, and was now in recovery mode. I still have the playing card in my wallet.
*And* nobody else’s plug sockets look like a shocked face!
The three-pin plug: British engineering at its finest
Very few things make me patriotic, but our plugs/sockets are one of them. The savages outside our borders don’t even have switches on their sockets!
I never understand this obsession Brits have with the three pin plug.
If it was so superior to every other design, it would have been adopted/copied.
It’s also possibly the only plug design that’s an effective area denial device. You try standing on one of these things and tell me it’s safer.
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I’ve met this guy. His names John Loughrey. He’s one of Londons known street characters. Calls himself the Diana super fan. He attended every day of the Princess Diana inquest and was even acknowledged by the judge for his consistency. I met him in 2011 in trafalgar square, he was giving out sandwiches to the homeless. He asked me about my photography and claimed that the same woman who had painted the queen had just painted him. I thought it was bullshit until he pulled out a photograph of him and the artist next to a large oil painting of him covered in union flags.
I met him again in the same place five years later, while I was taking photos again, and he remembered me. This time he gave me a joker playing card with his telephone number on it and told me to call him if I ever needed a place to sleep over. He was extremely authentic and likeable. A man who seemed like he had suffered a breakdown, and was now in recovery mode. I still have the playing card in my wallet.
*And* nobody else’s plug sockets look like a shocked face!
The three-pin plug: British engineering at its finest
Very few things make me patriotic, but our plugs/sockets are one of them. The savages outside our borders don’t even have switches on their sockets!
I never understand this obsession Brits have with the three pin plug.
If it was so superior to every other design, it would have been adopted/copied.
It’s also possibly the only plug design that’s an effective area denial device. You try standing on one of these things and tell me it’s safer.